Adams’ Point of View 

“Damn!” I cursed as I picked him up from the floor.

His wounds were fatal, so they healed slowly. He was so weak, his breathing was haggard.

For a second, I almost felt pity for him, but it cleared away as soon as it came. If I had not injured him in this state, he would have killed me.

With him on my shoulder, I walked over to the floor and picked up the jar which had fallen during the fight.

Fortunately, it didn’t break or crack, else I would have been at a loss and would have fought for nothing. 

I rushed out of the...